Kidnap. Rope. Shower. Prepare. That's how I met Slipstream.

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How this don't happen

What's toast/envelope?

Stick it in her pooper.

toast/envelope

Seriously, I would start by just opening a dialogue. Especially if you've never talked to her before. Find common ground and try to get into activities (no not that kind) or games and play together. I've always been very direct and it's paid off, so I'd approach her and just let her know you think she'd make a great future ex- Mrs. Durable Sausage ;)

Billy entered the room, am I the chosen one frogger? "Yes! Congratulations." [i]Billy, twitching with his unstable organs of pure sausage, beaten by the roaches that were feeding off of him during his upside rope torture session[/i] billy, happy with his mental retardation laugh and clap. "HAUGHAA ME SO HAAPPY BOSS JEAUGHA" billy once was a successes full sausage, with a family of three. His wife, his daughter and his dog bacon. That all changed; year 2153, during the city massacre of operation "Hot Dog" billy and his kids were separated, long story short billy witnessed his family about to border a train, he yelled "WIFE! KIDS! BACON!" But the noise from the thousands of sausages bordering made his sound none more than a squeal. But bacon, for some odd reason, bacon heard. Bacon jumped off the train to his master. Billy witnessed as he jumped of the train only to get caught right during the train was taking off.. Even with the thousands talking and screaming: he was sure he heard bacon cry his last cry. Billy was depressed beyond meaning.. He went home in a abandoned city, silent. During this time, June 22, 2153. He survived off the dead carcasses of his fellow sausage beings.. June 27, that day: a day that stands date with our military even to this date, was the cleansing stage. My men were ordered to clear any survivors. Why I came that day still boggles me. Me and my men, after hours of searching finding nothing but dead sausages everywhere we came upon this house, the house of billy. There I found him, he was, well at that point he reached stage 3 of insanity. I took him under my belt, fed him, bathed him, even in some cases [i]groped[/i] him. It took 2 years to reach him level 0 of insanity. If I say so my self his eyes looked as if he was proud of himself.. That's when I knew. [i]it was time[/i]. Billy, I told him. Today I will be your great day, he replied, "yes sir". I want you to hand yourself on this rope, upside down, [u]with[/u] a blind fold. He didn't hesitate, ooo how I look back, [i]how we trusted me so much[/i].. "Now stay there billy and what ever you do don't call for help" billy, "for you, [i]ill stop time itself[/i]" . I still never knew what he meant by that.. I released the roaches.. Billy was, by the expression of his body; careless. The first roach brutally bite one side of his torso. Showing his organs hanging out.. Oo how that was my favorite part.. After a few minutes, I noticed something. [i]he didn't call for help.. Or even scream for that matter[/i] I called off the torture. Sent him to my office, when even I can tell he went back to level 3 insanity..And after his retardation episode, we gave him sedetive to allow him to think normally, I examined his sausage body, His organs in a bag my colleagues gave him.. He looked at me.. Diligently.. And spoke one word, "[i]im sorry[/i]".

Guys! I need the help!

toast/envelope.

He's hot. Would bang.